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to take a better look around. Andrew had just showed her to her room instead of giving her a proper tour, probably because he had to leave for work. So Molly gave herself one, peeking into each of the rooms with voyeuristic curiosity.
    After a few minutes of poking around, Molly started to realize just how tired she was. She stifled a yawn, then, remembering there was no one there, let it out, stretching dramatically with it. She wandered back upstairs and into her room, not bothering to get anything out of the car. She stripped her jeans off and climbed into the bed in her t-shirt and panties and found that she was surprised with how quickly she felt sleep overtaking her.
     
    * * *
     
    Once he arrived at work, Andrew checked his schedule to see what he had going on that day. Besides his usual scattering of appointments, today he was being visited by the drug rep that Samantha had noted had called the other day.
    His day started smoothly, and after his first appointment, Andrew returned to his office. The Questru rep was already seated, and he got up to greet the doctor as he entered. The rep was about the same age as Andrew, and his starched white shirt contrasted with his tawny olive-colored skin. His dark hair was carefully slicked back. He smiled a huge saccharin smile at the doctor, extending his hand.
    “Andrew! Nice to meet you! I’m Marcel.”
    Andrew shook his hand. “Welcome, have a seat,” he said, forcing himself to smile back. Marcel sat back down and Andrew walked around to his desk and took a seat, too. Marcel leaned forward, his face a perfect, overly friendly mask.
    “Andrew, I visited some of the pharmacies in your neighborhood before coming over here this morning to talk about what’s been being prescribed around here and I was really surprised to find out that almost no one in your area is getting any Mialis, so I decided to come talk to a few docs and let you guys know just how great a drug it is.”
    Andrew slumped in his seat, feeling uncomfortable. A meeting with a pharmaceutical representative was always about trying to get Andrew and other local doctors to prescribe a particular product, usually one brand over a competitor’s, and it was always a sales pitch. Andrew did his prescribing based on what was best for his patients’ needs, would show the fewest side effects, and was as affordable to his patients as possible. But Marcel was right: Andrew didn’t prescribe Mialis.
    It wasn’t just that he didn’t do it often, he didn’t do it at all. It was a new drug that had just come onto the market. It wasn’t available in a generic form at all, but it also was an entirely unnecessary drug, in Andrew’s opinion. It was a stimulant that was created for the purposes of helping to promote proper sleep cycles in people who did shift work or suffered from chronic fatigue, but it was becoming very popular to prescribe off-label for weight loss, at which it was very effective.
    At the last conference Andrew had attended a few months ago, he had learned about the problems with the drug: it had been rushed to market without enough testing, and had a high risk of cardiovascular side effects, plus it was highly habit-forming. As such, Andrew hadn’t written a single prescription for it.
    He cleared his throat, feeling a little awkward. “I’m actually fairly familiar with Mialis already,” he told Marcel. Marcel’s expression didn’t change at all. It remained plastered on.
    “Excellent! So you know about its two uses, both of which are very helpful to the modern patient, right?”
    “Yes,” Andrew told him. “I know that it’s designed to promote wakefulness and alertness and that it is used off-label as a diet pill.” Andrew couldn’t help but have contempt in his voice as he said that. He didn’t want his patients taking unnecessary medicine to begin with, and really encouraged those who were at unhealthy weights to change their eating habits and start exercising more. When a case